After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 598

They looked at the poor boy, only 11 or 12 years of age, thin and messy. He was covered with bruises all over his body and his eyes were brimming with tears as he looked at his father. However, there must’ve been an order for him not to speak, because all he could do at this time was whimper.

The boy came from Bright—a good territory that treated its citizens well—and yet the boy looked so horrible even after just a few days. It was obvious he suffered a lot.

Just the imagery made their blood boil in outrage, but at the same time, they couldn’t attack recklessly lest they accidentally take the boy’s life.

"I heard about your outburst when the slaves arrived... Of course, we kept this card safe and sound for you. Aren’t you thankful?"

Okra chuckled as he handed the boy over to Fargo who had a dagger ready in his hand. He put the blade threateningly on the boy’s neck, making everyone pale.

A millimeter closer to the boy’s skin was a stab to his father’s heart.

"RIANN!!!" he sobbed, wanting to approach, but could only freeze when the dagger was pushed a bit deeper as he moved forward, making the lad bleed a bit.

His feet halted so quickly that his knees buckled. Juliet walked over to him to pat his shoulder, silently asking him to calm down, though how could a parent truly calm when his child’s life was being threatened right in front of his eyes? _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

Fargo and the others loved seeing such sights, making their dour mood a bit better. "I happen to know the human body very well," Fargo said, "I know exactly where the carotid artery is, and I assure you I will not miss."

"No… please don’t…" Rasso pleaded, looking at him. He did not bother standing up, so now it seemed like he was begging Fargo.

…which he was.

"Help us convince the Alterans to take the deal. Maybe your son can keep his life."

The man flinched and he looked to the side, meeting Althea’s eyes. Although they didn’t know each other, the woman had a certain stance and aura around her that told him she was someone whose words had weight.

Not to mention, Fargo himself seemed wary of her.

Without hesitation, Rasso—who was already kneeling down—crawled to go near Althea, rubbing his hands together. "Save him please, please. I’ll do anything."

Althea looked at everything in deep thought.

Alterans’ mantra had always been ’life first’, so this was indeed a heavy dilemma for her. While she didn’t want to give Fargo leeway into a discussion, the boy and the other ’slaves’ were thousands of lives depending on her decision. It was really not much to consider.

Not to mention, it sounded so… concrete when there was one person directly begging for her mercy.

Fargo looked at Althea. "I’m getting impatient," he said. "Do you want this kid’s head to fly or see an unknown number of slaves destroy their limbs?"

He knew these people had soft hearts. He had been taking advantage of Victor and the others through this, and he shall continue doing so.

Sure enough, Althea’s shoulders softened, signaling that she was about to succumb. "What do you want Fargo?"

"Let me go!"